Nothing Compares to You

The Fight

It was just a normal Saturday night.

The triplets had just gotten done filming for a podcast, which took over an hour to film, as Chris wouldn't stop complaining about having to 'be somewhere' soon. Matt and Nick bickered a little throughout the pod, it wasn't unlike them to fight. In fact it was normal, but they got over it in under 30 minutes. Usually.

Once they were finally done, Chris announced that he was going to meet up with a friend and that he'd be back in about an hour. One hour, as in sixty minutes. Which was all it took for the firey gates of Hell to open up on the Sturniolo household.
Within five minutes of Chris being gone, the fight began to simmer.

"Gah, Nick! Get down here, for fucks sake kid can't you do anything?" Matt started, staring into a very filthy fridge. A fridge that Nick was meant to clean weeks ago, but never got to it. As he was 'too busy'

"Busy my ass!" Matt chuckled in frustration, slamming the fridge door and staring at his taller brother. Nick rolled his eyes, staring right back at his brother, "Matt, shut the hell up-- if you're so damn girlish about it then you fuckin clean it!" He stated matter-of-factly, a hand on his hip. Matt's jaw clenched, "Oh wow, that's crazy because I remember you distinctly promising me that you would fucking clean it!" Matt snapped, narrowing his eyes at his brother. Nick scoffed, "No the fuck I didn't--"
"Yes you fucking did, dude! Yes you fucking, did." Matt interrupted him, shaking his head and walking over towards the other side of the kitchen, listening to Nick's next words. "I actually didn't! You can't even say I did!" He defended himself weakly. "Uh, bitch yes you did! I'm saying it right now, you can't hear me?! You actually did, you lazy fuck!" Matt seethed, whipping around to face Nick, who was still on the other side of the room.
"If I promised you some bullshit like that, I'd go through with it. Unlike you, who can't even go through a fucking sentence 'cause you don't know how to defend yourself. You're like a little fucking baby, all you do is complain! Shut the fuck up for once, keep your God damn mouth shut!" Nick yelled, walking over to the fridge. Matt stood there, hurt by what he had just hurt.

Anger swirled inside of him as he replaced his sorrow with rage. "Whatever Nick.." Matt growled, "oh look, my point is proven" Nick said in a grossly sweet tone. Matt felt his whole body get hot with rage, he clenched his jaw even harder. "You know what, fuck you!" He roared, Nick clapped back immediately, "Fuck you, bitch! The fuck? Like shut up, you're fuckin annoying" he says with a sharp chuckle, one that cuts Matt. Deep.
"Me?! Says the dumbass who thinks he's all that, when really, you're just a scared little fuck. Aren't you, Nick?! A little bitch who's scared of his own shadow!" Matt yelled. Nick didn't even flinch at this, and was quick to respond yet again, "Yeah, says the cocksucker with diagnosed anxiety." Matt's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to come up with something, tears clouded in his vision.
"Fuck you..I fucking hate you" Matt mumbled, his voice breaking slightly. "Oh, the poor little helpless thing is crying!" Nick taunted. "No I'm not, fuck face!" Matt snapped, "uh, yeah you are, like clearly! I can see the tears!" Nick says.
"I hate you, I hope you know that. I never want to see your ugly fucking face again,  how're you gonna talk so much shit when you look like that? Get outta here, man" Matt finally says, chest rising and falling faster than it should have been. This makes Nick freeze for a moment, and Matt practically watches his brothers heart break, realizing what he's said, he pales.

"Wow Matt, you're so stupid that you don't even know how to insult somebody. You know, I hate you too. I always fucking have, and I always will!" Nick shouted, Matt noticed tears falling down his brothers face. Before Matt could speak, Nick was gone. Matt stood there for a while.
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When Matt finally went to his room, and hour had pass. He heard Chris come home, but considering it was late at night. So they didn't talk.

Matt sat alone in his room, staring up at his ceiling, tears threatening to spill out from his pale blue eyes. He ended up crying himself to sleep that night, wanting nothing more than to take back what he had said. Nothing more than to unhear what Nick said.
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